What’s in a name? The Rue des Marguettes, tucked away in the 12th arrondissement, seems to ask this very question. Don’t let its unassuming presence fool you. This street holds a secret, a whisper of its pastoral past. The Rue des Marguettes, you see, draws its name from a simpler time. “Marguerite,” a nod to the wild daisies that once dotted the area, speaks to a time before the cobblestones, before the bustling city. The Rue des Marguettes, once a humble path amidst fields of wildflowers, now finds itself embraced by the city’s embrace. Look around you. Can you almost imagine those daisies swaying in a gentle breeze?
Église Notre-Dame de l’Air
Beneath what appears to be a simple stone and wood structure lies a history interwoven with faith aviation and community.